Photoplay (Jul - Dec 1916)

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132 Photoplay Magazine "And then, when I did play Ramerrez. the darned pistol had to explode, and I got badly burned." ties of a good old-cast-off strop in the hands of determined father minded to deal with the immediatepresent and resultant future of his male offshoot. Uhuh." But about that outlaw stuff. He hasn't quite got over it yet, this big, great-looking, wonder-acting Adonis of the shadow stage. "For six years now." lie confessed. "I've wanted to play the role of a road agent — a Dick Turpin or a Robin Hood or a Harry Tracy, I don't care which — and the ^l|^ directors won't let me! No. I've always got to be the He-ro. I don't mind rescuing the lovely maiden — that's fair enough ; but why must I always be condemned to marry the heroine, pay off the mortgage, and live happy everafter? I tell you it gets to be monotonous. What do they think I am — a Mormon? "Why," mourned H. Peters, "with the exception of Ramerrez in "The Girl of the Golden West" I've never been permitted to so much as sniff around the role of the Bad Man. And then — then," in a deeply injured tone, "when I did pla\ Ramerrez the darned pistol had to explode and I got badly burned on the face and hands. Pistols don't do that to real Bad Men. Just my luck." They call House Peters "the royal romancer of the photo-screen" and "the handsomest matinee idol of the film stage." Peters opened his stage career in Chicago in "Money Moon," and a "movie" manager with a fat wallet saw him and promptly took him away into cameraland. Then it became necessary to get the best leading man for Mary Pickford that money could lure, and presently House Peters was playing opposite the most popular bit of womanliness in the studios. Jesse Lasky made the next move. He wanted just such a big. handsome leading man as House Peters for his feature plays — and House Peters journeyed to Hollywood. The California Moving Picture Corporation bid next, and H. P. thrilled through five reels of "Salomey Jane." Then, came Lubin and the World I' i 1 m Corporation. He is now playing leads for the latter and he has scored heavily in his latest photoplays. But they won't let him be a Bad Man. Wherefore House Peters mourns. He never even budged when this flasldight icns sliot in his Hollywood bungalow.